Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
MC5,
ABBA,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
X-102,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.